The sky was full of collar-bones, when the dam fled from the fire fighters. She wasn't interested in art, but wanted to beat everybody in order to carry the new blood to the ballet lesson in time. He didn't see anything of this, but was on the lookout for the crucial chord, that lets all the bicycles, all the Labour Offices and all the dams fall into oblivion. No Green Card and no rain could do it any harm. But the beats were too strong. The chord vanished and only the sound of wailling sirens and breaking bones left behind. Since then the search for the lost chord continues. You can hear the results of this search by listening to the sound of Artbeats.